John B, by the way you all talk, it looks like you took advantage of every beam of sunlight that poked through the clouds, making a quite special occasion of the worship each time. I think that during those 2 1/2 years that I had in Paris, there was sun 65 days each year, maybe 150 in total. When the sun did peek through, the result was glorious, and still I can feel it in my memory. Every so often, I could look out across the fields and suburbs to Versailles from my apartment window. The grass was florescent against turquoise and a few white tuffs, shadows danced under trees. Anyway, a 50 year old memory, or impression of climate and weather patterns may be out of kilter.
My October has not started out well. This is my third day laid up on the couch, with a swollen foot, waiting for steroids to do magic. Seems that, while barefoot, a jumping cholla pricker mainlined into my Morten's Neuroma nerves and has created a very painful local inflammation problem. Other than the crippled march to the urgent care and pharmacy, I have been naked. Ever drive a clutch with your heel, while banging the rest of the foot and shin into the bowels of the lower dashboard? I had never had it happen, then within one hour I was attacked by not one, but three cholla prickers! A friend said that it must be Mercury Retrograde again. Well, maybe I'll hobble out onto the patio today and enjoy the cool breeze and fall into a naked bliss.
Jbee